A pinpoint of light
In the eternal void before me,
Beacon of hope or despair --
Who can know?
Only one must hurry toward it,
Curious to discover the truth
Behind the beckoning,
The promise of something more.

Tunnel of hope
Spiraling out into distance,
Unknown trail to blaze;
And hidden
Ghosts or demons or angels
Abide within the wreckage
Of foliage once green
With love and trust and desire.

Now is the gift
The lady or the tiger?
Who can know.
I am only the runner,
Seeing ahead
That pinpoint of light